We round the bend that takes us to the tree all uprooted and my children go running and I breathe in deeply. I love the smell of Him. Wouldn't the fragrance of what He's created carry the scent of Him? When I catch up to them, they've pulled out the sunflower seeds and I'm giddy as the first birds alight within seconds. I see Him. He's here with us, Immanuel.
We're used to the sweet call of the chickadee but when the nuthatch peeps his gratitude for our gifts, I hear Him. Oh, the birds are all in a bold flutter today! I merely hold out a finger, with no seed to offer, and one lands and grasps it tightly! I can even walk a little before he flies away. And I feel Him. Surely, since the Creator's fingerprint is everywhere, we can know Him by being near to His creation.
I sit my children down on a wooden bench and I'm overwhelmed by the treasures He's uncovered for us on this balmy November day. We must praise Him and so we bow our heads and thank Him that we can truly sense the God of the universe as we walk along a little boardwalk in a small town. And He hears us and is pleased with our acknowledgment of His artistry.
Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.